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“Willie’s Story of the Circus” 


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“ Willie’s Story of the Circus” 


Other Child Verse 


By 

LILLIAN R. GRUE. 


IRISH PRINTING COMPANY 
Bellingham Washington 



Copyright 1917, By LILLIAN R. GRUE. 
All Rights Reserved 




©GI.A476331 

OCT 2 1917 

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My Niece, Iola, 

And Nephews, 

Forrest, Gayle and Carlton. 




























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I. Willie’s Story of the Circus. 

II. Our Baby. 

III. Dickie’s Brownie Dream. 

IV. The Show Man. 

V. Annie’s Story of the Three Bears. 


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Willie’s Story of the 

Circus 


Willie’s Story of the 

Circus 

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Onc’t I went to the Circus onc’t 
Wif my daddy, an’ in the circus 
There wuz the biggest elefalunts ! 

Oh, they wuz as big as — as big as — 

Oh, whole lots bigger ’n my daddy ! 

An’ there wuz prickers growin’ all over 
their legs, 

’At sticked you. Jus’ like when daddy 
Forgets to get his whiskers shaved off 
An’ me and my mamma won’t kiss him. 
An’ there wuz camels an’ monkeys 
An’ lions ’at growled at you 
If you talked too much — an’ there ’uz 
Horses wif candy stripes all over. 

An ’ daddy he say they ’uz — they ’uz — 
Zebers, cause they had candy stripes. 

An’ they didn’t have any horses tail on 
either, 

Only jus’ a little at the end where the tassel 
is. 




Then I saw a Nocerous too, wif jus’ one horn 

On his nose, an’ he ’uz purty mad 

’Cause he only had one horn — so’s 

He couldn’t hurt the man wif the other horn 

When he wuz gettin’ his bath — 

’Cause nocerous ’uz ist gettin’ his bath in 
the wagon. 

An when the performance begun you know, 
Why the horses ist all runned a race 
All ’round the circus, 

’Till the band begin to play. 

Then they ist all marched out again 
Like they wuz soldiers. 

An’ when the man blowed the whistle 
The man ’t ’uz adoin’ tricks you know 
Jus’ failed right down off of the wire 
An’ bounced way up in the air! 

Jus’ like my bouncer ’at Unckle Ned 
Gived me on my birf-day. 











































































































































































































































































































































































An*, oh yes ! there wuz a lady jumpin' rope 
On a white horse, an ’ — but he didn 't like it 
'Cause he ist kicked awful ! 

An' almost spilled her off! 

An' onct there come some clowns — 

Oh, they 'uz ist so funny ! 

But I wuzn 't scared of 'em at all 
Like Dickie — he 'uz awful scared 
Of the clowns wif the fire crackers 
Shootin' all the time out o' their hats. 

Dickie he's ist a little boy 

An' his papa wuzn't wif him, you know, 

'Cause he wuz ist wif his mamma. 

An' when the fire engine come — Oh, No! 

The fire engine didn’t come yet — 'cause — 

It didn’t come till quittin' time most. 

'Et’s see — Oh, yes, 'en there wuz some zeals 

'At played ball and catched it jus’ like 

They 'uz playin’ ball — only they catched 

The ball in their mouf, you know 

’Cause they ain 't got any hands 

An’ they couldn't catch it wif their wings at all. 













Then there ’uz some dogs ’at rided a bicycle 
An ’ they all lived in a little house — 

Oh, it ’uz the cutest little house wif a chimney! 

An’ when the house wuz afire 

The engine come runnin’ an’ ringin’ the bells 

An’ one little Fox-terror jus’ had time 

To jump out o ’ the window ’fore the hose 

Could get him all wet ! 

An’ the other dogs ’uz so glad he got out 
They ist barked an ’ barked — 

An’ ’en the policeman put ’em all in a wagon 
An’ took ’em ’way — 

’Cause they ’uz feelin’ awful bad 
’Cause their house burned all down. 

A n ’ maybe, daddy say, he ’ill take me ’gain — 
Maybe — to the circus. 










































































































































































































































































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Our Baby 



Our Baby 


Our baby he ’s so funny ! 

Great big* head and little roun’ tummy, 
An’ eyes mos’ as big as mine. 

He jus’ looks at us all the time — 
Cause he can’t talk at all you know. 
Daddy says he ’s jus ’ a show. 

Our baby he ’s so funny ! 


Our baby he ’s so funny ! 

Daddy bounces him so high, 

Mos’ so his head ’ill touch the sky. 
When baby tries to laugh like me 
And opens his mouth, then we can see 
He’s got no teeth, but jus’ a mouth, 
So daddy says he’ll send him south. 
Our baby he’s so funny. 






























































































































































































































































































































































































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Our baby he ’s so funny — 

He mos’ ain’t got no nose at all, 
’Cause goodness but it’s awful small! 
He ’s got two ears stuck on his head 
That he pulls when he goes to bed, 
And dreams about the stars and moon 
That sails around like a balloon. 

Our baby he’s so funny. 


Our baby he ’s so funny ! 

When morning comes and he wakes up 
He plays with his toes, if my eyes are shut. 
He thinks they’re piggies, I guess, alright, 
’Cause I told him that story the other night, 
An’ when he pulls my daddy’s hair, 

Daddy says he’s jus’ a tear. 

Our baby he’s so funny! 




Dickie’s Brownie 

Dream 
















An’ when the teenty weenty Brownie you know 

Ask'd the Big Brownie if I might come in, 

Why the Big Brownie opened his eyes big as 
saucers 

Till he saw who I was an ’ then he jus ’ say 
Sure — let the little hoy come in. 

An' the weenty Brownie pulled up 
A grea’, big mush-room, ’at ’uz growin’ close by, 
An’ bringed it for me to sit on. 

An’ ever time he bowed his head, you know, 

The little bell on his hat would say tinkle-tink. 
Then he jus ’ told me to make myself to home 
An’ runned off so’s I couldn’t see him more. 


Then the Big Brownie swelled up his tummy — 
’Cause Brownies has got awful fat tummies 
An’ then he said: 

We’re jus’ goin’ to have a party an’ 

We’re so glad you could come to the party. 


























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An’ then why purty soon there come a 
Brownie runnin’, all out o’ href, wif a green coat 
An’ green shoes an’ stockings — only his shoes — 
They wuz awful pointed, yon know, 

An’ he said the party wuz comm’ now! 

Then there come a big percession of Brownies 
Wif all colors of little suits an’ hats 
Wif sterling gold bells ! Oh, they wuz awful stylish. 
They jus* all sat down an’ talked ’bout the party. 
Then there come whole lots of little Brownies — 

All dressed in brown — ’cause that’s why 
They is called Brownies. 

They turned summer-saults and played leap-frog 
An’ one Brownie stood right on his head 
(Wif out standin’ in a corner, too!) 

Then two Brownies rolled-skated all over a toad-stool 
Till the Big Brownie said it ’uz time to eat. 

So they jus’ all sat up nice then, 



An’ pnrty soon a little Brownie wif 

Red buttons gived ever body a dew drop 

Out o’ liis hat, ’at he picked early in the mornin’ 

An ’ oh, then there come whole lots o ’ Brownies 

Wif candy, an’ cake an’ crab-apples 

What they’d picked off’n the rose bushes. 

An’ they jus’ all ate an’ ate — an’ I passed the cake! 
An’ oh it wuz awful fun eatin’ the cake. 


Then the Big Brownie said they could all dance 
Soon as the music come — then — 

Oh, yes, they all singed a song — 

An ’ when the band ’uz come — 

They ist all clapped their hands 

An’ danced all Toun’ the Big Brownie — 

’Cause the Big Brownie, ate so many dew drops 
’At lie wuz too tired to dance. 











Then purty soon, when the moon wuz gettin’ 

All sleepy like, ’cause the moon wuz 
Shinin’ all the time at the party, 

Why then the King o’ the Brownies 
Ringed the bell on his hat — 

An’ all the Brownies come runnin’ an’ — 

Then he told ’em it was time for the party to quit. 
’Cause the sun beams would soon come 
An ’ if they did ’nt run right home quick 
They’d all get caught, you know. 

So they jus ’ all told the Big Brownie Good-bye, 

An’ ’at the crab-apples wuz awful good. 

Then they ist all runned away so fast 
To where they lived, under the clovers an’ things. 
An’ Big Brownie told me to come again some time! 
An’ — oh! it ’uz the nicest dream. 





















The Showman 

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The Showman 

The Showman, he’s jus’ awful nice 
Each day he passes our house twice. 
Some times he stops an’ plays wif me 
An ’ lets me sit right on his knee, 

An’ tells me all ’bout the show 
Or anything I wants to know. 

One ’t when I fell down an 9 wuz hurt 
An’ got my blouse all mud an’ dirt, 

He come along an’ found me there 
An’ told me not to mind nor care 
An’ said that if I wouldn’t cry 
He’d tell me story by an’ by — 

’Bout a little boy he used to know 
’At lived in his house long ago, 

An ’ had blue eyes an ’ hair like mine 
But he got hurted in the spine. 



An’ when he wnz sick in bed 


Angels took him ’way, Showman said. 
Jus’ like they took my daddy onc’t 
When he wnz sick an’ had the mumps. 
Showman bringed me these boots today 
An’ said if I’d not run away 
But stay at home, he ’d bring me more. 
Said he ’d take me to the store 
’Way down town to look around 
At all th’ stores until we found 
A coat an ’ hat jus ’ made for me. 

Now I’s jus’ tryin’ so hard to be 
A good boy like the Showman said. 

I’s got a s ’prise all in my head 

’Bout how I likes him all the time 

An’ ’ill never try to get hurt in the spine. 















Annie’s Story 

Of The 

Three Bears 


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Annie’s Story 

Of The 

Three Bears 


Once, long time ’go, ’pon a time, wuz Three Bears 
’At lived out in the big big woods 
In a little house all by themselves. 

The first one was a Great Big Bear, 

An’ the other one wuz a Middle-Size bear 
An’ the other one wuz jus’ a Teeny Weeny Bear. 
An’ one day — ’cause it wuz awful nice an’ sunny 
Out in the big woods, you know, the Bears 
They jus’ think they’ll go for a walk. 

Well, sir! When they ’uz all gone, 

Why purty soon there ’uz a little girl, 

An’ her name wuz Goldie-locks, 

( ’Cause she had gold hair) 






A playin ’ right near the old Bears ’ house 
But she didn’t know ’at she wuz so dost 
To the Three Bears’ House at all! 

She wuz jus’ chasin’ butterflies an’ pickin’ 
Violets she seed growin’ in the tall grass. 

An’ ’fore she knowed it, why there she wuz 
Right in front o’ the little door ’at goes 
To the Bears’ kitchen — yes, sir! 

An ’ ’course she didn ’t know ’at this wuz 
The Three Bears ’ House, you know ! 

So she jus’ knocked at the door an’ think 
She’ll jus’ visit little bit, like, you know, 

Her mamma visits sometimes on the ladies. 

An’ one lady my mamma visits on 

Is awful stylish! Mamma she allust 

Puts on her bestest gloves, ’at Papa gived her — 

Onc’t — long time ago, real kid, Papa said. 

But Goldie-locks she didn’t wear gloves 
When she ’uz visitin’ on the Bears, 

So she jus ’ knock at the door — an — 

But there ’uz nobody come to the door. 

So Goldie-locks think she ’ll walk in 
An’ see who it is ’at lives there. 

An ’ she jus ’ tipped on her toes — till — 

She wuz right inside the kitchen. 





Then she looked all ’round till she saw 
There ’uz three bowls on the table, 

An ’ there ’uz mush in ’em, too ! 

’At the Bears didn ’t eat yet, ’cause it wuz too hot 
you see! 

But Gol die-locks, she didn’t know ’course 
’At it wuz the Bears’ mush 
So she ist tasted of the Big Bear’s mush 
But it wuz too hot ! 

An’ she tasted of the Middle-Bear’s mush 
An’ it wuz too cold ! 

Then she tasted of the Teeny Weeny bowl 
An’ it wuz so good she ate it all up ! 

An’ wuzn’t any left at all! 

Then she jus ’ walk into the parlor 

An’ there wuz three chairs — in the parlor, 

An’ Goldie-locks she feel kind o’ tired 
When she seed all the chairs 
So she jus’ think she’ll rest herself. 

But when she sat down in the Big Bear’s chair 
It was too soft ! 

An’ when she sat down in the Middle Bear’s chair 
Tt was too hard ! 





Then she sat down in the Teeny Weenie Bear’s chair 

An’ Tore she knowed it, she jus ’sat the bottom clean 
out ! 

An’ it wuz all jus’ ruined — so it 
Couldn ’t ever be fixed again ! 

So, why-then, the little girl wuz so scared 
When she seed how she ’d busted the little chair — 
She jus ’ think she best scoot ! 

Then — then — Oh, yes, but first — first — 

She went ’way upstairs in the Bears ’ house 
An’ there wuz three beds. 

An’ Goldie-locks begin to feel purty sleepy 
So she jus’ think she’ll take a nap 
An’ then run out an’ pick some more — 

Get-me-nots, ’at she membered growin’ by a big 
stump. 

So she lay down in the Big Bear’s bed 
But it wuz too soft ! 

Then she lay down in the Middle Bear’s bed 
An’ it wuz too cold ! 

Then she lay down in the Teeny Weeny Bear’s bed, 
An’ ’fore she had time to say her pray’rs 
She jus’ went right to sleep — she wuz so tired ! 

An’ she dreamed all ’bout the Fairies 
’At shut up the clovers at night an’ 

Sprinkle dew drops on their heads in the mornin’ 

To wake them up again, you know. 


















An* when she Wuz dreamin’ that way 
Why the Bears come home ! 

An* when they seed somebody’s been eatin’ 

Their porridge — (I forgot to tell you it wuz 
porridge.) 

It wuzn ’ t ist mush. 

Why — they wuz awful mad an’ Big Bear say, 

Who ’s been eatin ’ my porridge ? 

An’ the Middle Bear say, 

Who’s been eatin’ my porridge? 

An’ when the Teeny Bear see his porridge, 

He jus’ say — Somebody’s been eatin’ mise all up! 
An’ he jus’ cry, ’cause his dinner’s all gone. 

Then when they wuz goed in the parlor 
An’ seed the chairs had been set in 
They wuz awful much madder ! 

The Big Bear growled somethin’ fierce, 

Who’s been sittin’ in my chair? 

An’ the Middle Bear growl an’ say 
Who’s been sittin’ in my chair? 

Then the Weeny Bear jus’ cry an’ say 
Who ’s been sittin ’ in my chair and set 
All the bottom out? 

Then the Great Big Bear growl ’gain an’ say, 
Somethin’ must we do. Come look the house thru. 
So they all went up stairs to the bedroom 
Where Goldie-locks wuz sleepin’ at! 




An ’ when the Big Bear seed his bed had 
All been tumbled in he say — 

Awful cross-like — Who’s been sleepin’ in my bed? 
An the Middle Bear growl an’ say, 

Who’s been sleepin’ in my bed? 

Then when the Weeny Bear see somebody 
A-dreamin in his bed, he say, 

Oh, here she is — sound asleep ! 

An ’ he talk so s ’prised Goldie-locks waked right up ! 
An’ when she seed the Bears all lookin’, 

She jus’ hop right out o’ that bed 
An’ jump out o’ the window so quick 
The Bears couldn’t tell where she’s at 
Till they seed her runnin ’ way down 
Thru the great big woods so fast 
’At they couldn ’t catch her ! 

An’ Goldie-locks promise never to run ’way in the 
woods 

Any more ! from her ma ’s house. 

An’ story’s hones’ injun truth. 



















































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